Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.